Ce-UnPac’d

If you thought the Tesco saga couldn’t get any grimier after the tax dodges and baby poison plots, strap in,

You thought the first dive into Tesco’s cesspit was bad? Oh no, my friends, that was just the appetiser, the

You think you know Tesco? That fluorescent-lit temple of convenience where you grab your bog roll and a cheeky bottle

In Scotland, there’s whisky, and then there’s Irn-Bru. One burns your throat and warms your soul; the other’s a neon-orange

Ford Motor Company. The name hits you like a revving engine – shiny chrome, open roads, the beating heart of

Picture it: a dreary British winter, the kind where the damp seeps into your bones and the wind howls like

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In Part 1, we tore the mask off Cepac Limited and exposed the Saeed Anam family as puppet masters of